miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-08-24 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], ยป by: sweetlikeD |
Fic: Fun & Games
Original poster: sweetliked
Title: Fun & Games
Author: sweetlikeD
Characters | Pairing: Luke/Noah, includes mention of Lily, Emma, Faith & Natalie
Rating | Word Count: PG | 1463
Spoilers | Warnings: Set in my fantasy world where the writers aren't stupid and Luke and Noah actually have their own place.
Summary: Luke decides to have a little fun at dinner with the family.
Noah is engaged in discussion with Emma. Again. Some old movie that I'm sure he's tried to make me watch before. Luckily i've found a way of turning those movie sessions into something a little more productive. In any case, they are going over the merits of old cinema while the rest of the family chatters away. I love them, i do, but tonight wasn't meant to be dinner with the family. It was meant to be the 2 of us. alone.
Not that we won't get a chance for that afterwards, but still. I had had plans for us, and now I'm getting impatient.
I try to subtly grab his attention. I cough lightly, watching for his reaction. Nothing. His face is turned to the side, facing Emma, listening intently. I try again, this time a double cough. Still nothing. My mom has noticed though. "Luke, are you okay? Are you coming down with something?"
I turn my head to tell her I'm fine when i see it. That little crease he gets in the corner of his eye when he's holding his laughter inside. Bastard. He knows what I'm trying to do and he's purposefully ignoring me. Fine. I'll just go to Plan B.
"Luke?" Now the table has quietened, the girls halting their conversation on boys or school or something to hear what has mom's attention. "I'm fine, mom." She looks at me because she knows how stubborn i am about seeing a doctor. "Really, I'm fine. Just swallowed down the wrong pipe."
Now it's Noah's turn to cough, as he choked back the laugh he was hiding. My eyes immediately go to his face, but he's still keeping his gaze directly on Emma. Hmm. Let's see how he likes this.
I wait until everyone has returned to their food, each of them preoccupying themselves with either eating or talking. Noah places his knife and fork down as he starts to say something, and I smile. Whenever he gets worked up, he starts using his hands. And that doesn't just apply to conversation, trust me.
While he's distracted, i prepare for my attack. Slowly, i use one foot to push off my right shoe, making sure to work close to the floor so that no sounds are made. I keep my eyes down as i eat and concentrate. When my shoe is off, I slowly slide my foot forward, thankful that Emma and mom decided that a full length tablecloth was worth the occasion of us coming by for dinner. I take a bite just as i make purchase with his leg, keeping my face innocent and my eyes cast downwards towards my plate. Noah is mid sentence when he realizes and yells out his last word, before frantically trying to cover himself. I clench my jaw to stop myself from smiling.
Grandma picks the conversation up, acting casual, so hopefully she is blissfully ignorant, or... actually I'm just going to hope she's blissfully ignorant. Any other thought might ruin the moment for me. I can see Noah trying to sneak a hand under the table from the corner of my eye. Thank god I'm chewing, because the smile that is threatening to break out on my face is starting to hurt. I've worked my foot up to his knee when he bats me away with his hand.
Oh no, Mayer, you're not going to get rid of me that easily.
I try again, rubbing my foot over his knee. Leaning back in my chair, i take the chance to look over at him, smugly. He tries batting my foot away again, and then he realizes that Emma has just asked him a question. He quickly brings his hand back up and reaches for the glass of water in front of him, nodding, though we both know he has no idea what the question was. His nod seems to satisfy her though, and she continues.
He places his glass back down then i finally get what i was after. His eyes are fiery when they lock with mine, and i can tell it's a mix of desire, shock and excitement. I decide to through a little fuel on the fire, and wink at him. His adams apple bobs as he swallows hard, and i then return to my food, while my foot begins a trail up his thigh. His knife and fork clang against his plate just as he began to pick them up, and he clenches his fingers a little before quickly picking them back up and turning his face back to Emma.
I have to admit, I'm pretty impressed with his will power. My foot is inching perilously close to the hot zone, and here he is, smiling politely at my grandmother. I'm the one in control, and even I'm feeling a little hot under the collar right now. I just don't know how he does it.
Technically though, it's his own fault. For one, my legs were never so flexible before my time in the wheelchair. If he hadn't spent so much time doing those exercises with me, there's no way i could do this. Secondly, he's the one who couldn't say no when we were asked to dinner tonight. He knew I'd had other plans for us tonight. I was whispering them in his ear when mom had called, for pete's sake.
And then somehow, while i was distracted in my own thoughts, the tables were turned. One minute, he's nervously nodding at Emma, while my foot traces the muscles in his thigh, and the next, he has reached under the table with his left hand, grabbed my foot, and is speaking confidently in agreeance to whatever Emma just brought up.
I take a moment to realize that i really should start to pay more attention.
Knowing i can't use too much force trying to get my foot back, lest i let everyone know what is going on, i pray that he is simply planning on throwing my foot back to the floor. Unfortunately, i don't give him nearly enough credit, as he decides to have a little fun of his own.
He's holding my foot so that my toes are pointed towards the underside of the table, his thumb resting on my instep as his fingers grip the topside of my foot. Then, and this is while he is still talking mind you, he bends his thumb and runs his nail up the center, colliding with the pressure point that i stupidly told him that runs there. Damn it. Why did i have to tell him what that does to me?
Its my turn to drop my knife and fork as the shudder runs through me, starting from my groin and pulsating to my head and back again. He stops his thumb when the cutlery drops on the table, turning to look at me at the same time as everyone else. He's just the only one who has a smug look in his eye.
I feel my face start to flush under the scrutiny of everyone's attention, and force myself to laugh, though it certainly sounds awkward and loud in my own ears.
"Luke, are you sure you're alright?"
I turn to mom and see a spark in her eye. Oh god. Please tell me she doesn't know what is going on. I mean, i know Noah and I live in our own place now, and my parents aren't stupid, but this would mortify me. I nod a little too vigorously, and there's that cough again from Noah. I suddenly realize that his grip has loosened, and i yank my foot back before he can make this any worse. Wasn't i the one in control a second ago?
Unfortunately, i'm a little too hasty in my actions, and i yelp when my knee bangs the underside of the table, connecting right on a nerve. I look at Noah and see he's shaking a little with contained laughter. It's suddenly too much, and i can't help it. Holding onto my throbbing knee with one hand i start laughing, and soon the whole table has erupted, though i'm sure half of them don't even know why they are laughing in the first place.
Mom and Grandma stand to clear the table as everyone calms down, the girls already out of their seats, running to get the board game that they've decided they are challenging Noah and I to.
I look over at him as my laughter subsides, and he's smiling at me. Beaming, actually. He returns the wink i sent him earlier, and then stands and takes his plate to the sink. I shake my head, smirking. Just wait till i get you alone, Mayer.